Now, for the last lay of the year, 2001 :lol:
Valerie was a slim (think ) 23 y.o. with quite firm, but all natural, boobs (think, https://www.instagram.com/anastasiya_kvitko/ )whom I met at a club. And, she was my first "tits on a stick" gal encounter.
When I walked in, I spotted her on the dance floor, her 36DDs bouncing and jiggling enticingly. There were several guys dancing with her, so I couldn't tell if she was alone, or not. So, I waited until she headed back to her table.
Turns out, she was by herself. :shock: So, I got up, and nearly ran, so as to beat the other guys, to her table, and asked if I could buy her a drink. She, said yes. So, I called the waitress over, took her order, and asked if I could join her. Again, she said yes. 8)
So, I sat down and we chatted a bit. Turns out she was from the Ukraine. When, one of her favorite dance songs started, she asked me to dance. I told her that I wasn't very good. She, said it's for fun anyway, grabbed my hand, and led me to the dance floor.
She did a wonderfully enticing dance, while I just moved around, watching her all the while. Then, a new song came on and was a slow number. She, moved up to me, wrapped her arms around my waist and said, "I'm sure a slow dancing works for you." It was a statement, and not a question. So, I put my arms around her shoulders,and she pressed up so tightly against me, that a sheet of paper wouldn't have been able to fit anywhere between her and me.
Needless to say, with her rubbing up against Mr. Woody, it didn't take long before he became a woody, pressing hard against her lower ribs (yes, she was short, about 5'). She looked up at me, with a dreamy look in her eyes, and said, "I need to see that thing, somewhere quieter".
So, as we walked out of the club arm in arm, I swear that I could feel the eyes of those other guys drilling into my back.
Turns out, she had arrived at the club in a taxi. So, we went to my car and I drove us back to her place.
During the drive, she told me more about herself and family. But, when we got into the elevator at her apartment complex, she turned to me and gave me a kiss, that tingled from nose to toes, while gently squeezing Mr. Willy. She said, "In public, I like to be a good girl. But, in private, I'm a bad girl".
At the door of her apartment, she gave me the keys to open the door. We walked into a small, but very nicely decorated, apartment. While she went to change "into something more comfortable", I mixed our drinks.
Well, when she came out about 5 minutes later, I'm sure glad that I was sitting down, and that the drinks were on the table. She was wearing sensual lingerie (black thigh-high stockings, with black matching bra (I though it was the pushup kind) and panties. Mr Willy jumped to attention, damn near busting my zipper. And, I think my jaw hit the table.
She curled up on the sofa next to me, reached for her drink and laid her head on my shoulder while we talked for a for a bit.
After she finished her drink, she stood up and did a slow strip tease. When, she took her bra off, her boobs barely dropped a half inch (to this day, and in person, I have never seen such a firm set of all natural tits in my life. Though, think https://www.instagram.com/anastasiya_kvitko/ and you'll have a good idea as to what they were like; though her lower body was nothing like Anatasiya's).
She got down on her knees in front of me, and worked to free my johnson for his confines. She, then proceeded to give me a wonderful dt bbbj. I wanted to hold out longer, but her oral skills rate A++. I told her that I was about to cum, and that made start bobbing up and down faster, and sucking harder. I blew my load in her mouth, and she swallowed most of it.
Then, she went to rinse out her mouth. And, when she returned, she sat down in front of me, resting her head on the inside of my thigh, while licking, squeezing, rubbing and stroking life back into my side kick.
I gotta tell ya, it didn't take long before I was ready to go again. She started sucking my dick again. But, this time I noticed that the technique had changed a little. Turns out, she expertly applied a condom that she had in her mouth.
After giving me some more oral, she wanted me to go muff diving. Obviously, she didn't have to ask twice. But, instead of laying down on the sofa, she got up onto the sofa, and straddled my body, so her beautiful trimmed camel toe pussy was at mouth level. I started licking, tonguing and fingering her pussy, until she had an orgasm, and her womanly juices were running down my fingers.
Since I was still hard, she squatted down, and slid my rock hard dick into her wet pussy. Then, she started riding me like she was riding a bucking bronco, while I licked, sucked and squeezed those wonderful knockers.
This time, as I was about to cum, I grabbed her hips to stop her. At first, she looked a little disappointed. But, I told her that I wanted to do her Russian, and finish off with a load onto her boobs and face.
She eagerly agreed and we switched so she was laying sunny-side up on the sofa. I took off the raincoat, and placed my cock between her boobs. I pressed them together, and starting humping those sweaty mounds of joy, until I blew on to her tits, neck and face.
Then, she put her hands on my butt, and pulled me closer, so she could lick and suck my remaining man juice off, and out, of my dick.
Satiated, we took a shower together. Instead of going to her bed though, we went back to the sofa, where I sat in the corner and Valerie curled up on my lap and we both drifted off to sleep.
I woke up about a half-hour later (more out of the fact that I had lost some feeling in the lower extremities). Valerie was still sleeping, with her head resting on my shoulder.
I gently woke her up, telling her I had to leave (had to be at work the next morning. Actually, it was already 3:00). She stretched, slid over onto the sofa and watched me get dressed.
Still naked, she got up, walked me to the door and gave me a dfk, asking me to see her again. 8)
We actually made plans for the next weekend. But, when I called her, the number had been disconnected. So, I called the apartment manager and asked about the girl in apt 315. He told me that she had moved out a few days ago and didn't know where she had gone.
A wonderful time, it was.
MonkeyBoySam said:
Yeah, it did. Luckily, there were other gals willing to do more, for the same $. And, they had A/C.
